One hundred and twenty-six

**Genevieve’s POV**

Looking around, I find we are in what appears to be a little studio. The smell of incense hung strong in the air; beaded curtains covered a door leading somewhere. Tye dyed bedspread and rugs, it is a very artsy looking room.

“What did you do?” I ask, wondering how we appeared from thin air from one place to another.

“We misted or as you humans like to say, Teleported” Call